The Other Side of the Bridge

Imagine a life you have longed for, again and again, as you slowly sank into the void of abuse.

You are relaxed, shoulders down.

Doors are secure. You feel safe for the first time in a long time.

Privacy is yours again.

Your lingerie drawer is just that: yours.

You wake up at peace. The fear may still be there, but there is a peace that makes no sense.

You spontaneously make plans without calculating his reaction.

You reestablish relationships that had been systematically chiseled away.

You laugh loudly without a glare.

Rebuilding will take time as you reconnect with the people, places, passions, and pieces of yourself you surrendered to keep him.

You now have the freedom to just Be.

No performance required.

No need to defend.

You get to put the recipe together any damn way you want.